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When Vox begins coughing up flower petals, he is horrified to discover it is a consequence of this unrequited obsession with a certain Radio Demon. His priority is working with Carmilla on Angelic Security, but he’s also spending too much time making bad choices, being forced into deals, and getting mixed up with Alastor, which puts increasing strain on his working relationship — and friendship — with the other Vees.
The discoveries Vox makes are far bigger than him, with the power to determine Hell’s future. That’s if he can pull the right strings; if the Hazbin Hotel would just stop meddling; if he wasn’t brushing shoulders with this slippery word called ‘empathy.’
Heaven grows restless. The decades-old line between him and Alastor blurs further. Everything just gets… really fucking complicated.
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09 Jul 2025
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Vox tries to deal with a joke Alastor's weirdly invested in.
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30 Jun 2025
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Consent was a weird fucking name for a club – at least one that Valentino was hanging out at, in Vox's humble opinion.
Oh, it wasn't as if the guy didn't understand it – he did, he knew exactly what he was doing, high off his stupid lack of tits or not. It was just that when it came to Val, the rules played more like guidelines and sometimes even those got murky.
Vox didn't even really know why he'd agreed to show up. He'd been working, it was late, he was tired – but Val had sent him a selfie with some demon bitches Vox didn't know, bragging about where he was sticking his dick tonight if Vox didn't come out – and he'd seen red.
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Or: Vox finds Pentious after he has sex with everyone here! It wasn't great. He probably should just leave - but the guy needs help. Fuck.
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30 Jun 2025
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In the mirror, her eyes were still golden. But they didn’t seem as unnatural now. They were warm. Luminous. Like sunrise caught in glass. Like the colour they fought to turn the Honmoon.
“I keep forgetting,” Rumi muttered, “that I don’t have to hide anymore.”
“That’s why we’re here,” Zoey said, nudging her with an elbow. “To remind you.”
Or: A week since everything went down, Rumi finds herself forgetting she doesn't have to keep things a secret anymore. (3 times +1)
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24 Jun 2025
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Mettaton goes home.
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09 Jun 2025